Chapter 1


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Akashka

Akashka stopped stood straight up allowing the water to sensually drip down her luscious body as heard the man whistle at her before speaking. She smiled and laughed to herself, These fools are probably planning on ravaging me. Thinking I am a weak and defenseless woman bathing in the river, perhaps I should play along and let them see they do not know who they deal with. She thought to herself as she decided to play the innocent and sweet part. She quickly covered her breasts and pussy and ducked down in the water to where only her head was showing. "I-I-I'm sorry, S-sir. I d-did not think anyone w-was w-w-watching. Yes, I am n-new here to these p-p-parts. W-would you p-possibly b-be kind e-enough to g-guide to a settlement of some sort?"
The two men in the back gave each other knowing grins, and the one who spoke before broadened his smile as he stepped towards the water's edge.

"Yes, we can take you to a town not far from here. It's a well defended place with many strong warriors. You won't have to fear the creatures or wild tribals of this jungle while you're there... but," and here the man sighed with a feigned look to his comrades.

"You see we have just come from this town and it has taken us over half the day just to travel here to hunt. We are willing to bring you back of course, but if we just did that, we would be coming back from our hunting trip without any food. We are not rich men, so perhaps you will compensate us for our time and protection? Mm?"

He held out his hand in her direction, inviting her to come back to the shore. "You do not need to be so shy, you have a body you should be proud of. Sameed here said you looked like a river goddess, did you not, Sameed?"

The man behind him on the left, smiled and nodded. His hands were hooked into his belt, with his small fingers brushing against the hilt of a wicked looking knife. Each man seemed to have a long knife, the length of a machete, and they also carried short bows and quivers slung around their backs. Each man's hair was long and looked unclean and shaggy. They wore black garments that were stained with travel.
 
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Baherah's fingers gripped tightly around the floor grate as Zakiri eagerly took over the working of the slave girl's cock, rubbing the pulsating rod with an tight, working grip while slipping her free hand into the dripping slit beneath, causing Baherah to arch her body as she began to spasm with pleasure. Her mouth formed an 'O' shape and stayed transfixed as Zakiri's hands pulled, rubbed and prodded all her sensitive bits.

Once the cock slave seemed to be nearing a state of climax, Zakiri could contain her desire no longer, and selfishly mounted her friend, easing herself onto the rod, delighting in the full sensation it gave her when she had dropped as low as she could go. Baherah moaned louder than she had before and licked her lips.

"Yes... yes, Zakiri," she moaned. "Just like that, mmm... ah gods, it's like you're sucking me in... I can't hold out much longer..."

So saying, her hands rushed to grip Zakiri at her hips and when the fox girl began to move, the warrior moved with her, thrusting her hips in rhythm to push as deeply into Zakiri as possible. As both women began to lose themselves in the rigorous, animalistic fucking, Zakiri's tail instinctively found a way to heighten their already vertiginous plunge into wanton sexual debauchery.

At the moment Zakiri's inner walls clamped tight in a rocketing orgasm, she felt a sudden explosion of warmth jetting into her womanhood. The warmth continued to spread, and spread, mixing with her mind-breaking climax, until she felt her belly beginning to distend, and a slickness began to spurt out of her, splashing down her thighs and onto Baherah's belly. Even then, it did not stop, and in the midst of her zenith, Zakiri somehow managed to note Baherah's loud, lewd gasps and shudders with each new spurt of seed pumping into Zakiri.

With a clang, the metal grate came to a halt and four hinges snapped into place, locking the lift in place. Standing next to them through an open doorway was Khanna, who was looking down at them with with her mouth slightly agape and her hands clenching tightly against her dress.

Without warning, Baherah's hands began to grip Zakiri tightly again and she started to buck strongly again. Helplessly, Zakiri began to immediately get aroused again, and it seemed as though the two of them, despite mental and physical exhaustion, were destined to begin the cycle over again.

"Damn him!" muttered Khanna as she watched the two slaves lose themselves in lust before her. "He's doing this to mock me."

Red faced, Khanna knelt down and began to pull the slaves apart from each other. Her touch was cool, like cold stone hidden in the shade on a sunny day, and it had a calming effect - although not enough to immediately overwhelm either of the lovers rutting on the ground before her.

"Be still, Zakiri. I will see to you soon," she said as if trying to placate the inflamed passion within the fox girl. In promise, Khanna's fingers brushed against Zakiri's breasts, sending a ripple of arousal fluttering through her. With an effort, Khanna then took Zakiri by the arm and pulled her up, off of Baherah.

Gouts of cum oozed down in a steady stream, and Zakiri felt her womb emptying onto the floor below.

"Sit over here now," Khanna said, indicating a place on the floor just behind her, before the mage turned her attentions on Baherah, whose soaked member was still - against all evidence to the contrary - throbbing and erect and looking as if it was ready to spill just as much seed as it already had.

Khanna muttered a spell, and a small humming filled the air around them. Then the mage dropped to her knees and put a hand on Baherah's shoulder.

"I will release you from the lust that you are in," she told Baherah, and as she did so, Zakiri saw that her breath was visible in the air around her, as though she were speaking in winter and the very heat of her words could be seen in the cold air. "Just relax and let your body react naturally."

Without another word, Khanna brushed her hair back and then leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the monstrous tip of Baherah's cock. The warrior slave groaned, but her body seemed to be calmer than before.

Khanna began to lick and slurp around the shaft, her icy breath still visible as she exhaled around the rod of flesh. After a few swirls, Khanna began to take more and more of the shaft into her mouth, and Zakiri noticed that the member had steadily begun to shrink to a more average size. When it had reduced to a size of seven inches, Khanna was able to fit the entire thing into her mouth, and her hands went to where it's base met Baherah's pussy, and began to rub quickly. Baherah moaned lightly, and then sighed. Then with a jerk and a gasp, she came, and when she was done and Khanna had spit out the contents of her mouth onto the floor, Baherah seemed to fall into a deep, but content sleep.

Slowly Khanna turned to Zakiri, who who had begun to masturbate furiously while watching the mage's efforts. Placing her hands against Zakiri's slick lower lips, Khanna sent a wave of coldness through the fox slave, that went from the tip of her overly sensitive tail all the way up her spine and into her mind. Soon enough, Zakiri felt the supernatural arousal fade and be replaced with a soothing and natural feeling of pleasure.

"Lie down on your back, Zakiri," Khanna said, and when she had done so, the mage brought her cool lips and tongue, which felt like ice to the touch, down to brush against Zakiri's womanhood. Khanna licked slowly and uniformly, her tongue covering as much of Zakiri's flower as she could. Soon, Zakiri felt her climax building, and after several minutes of the mage steadfastly licking her cunt she managed to reach her peak and felt her body lose all rigidity as she came into Khanna's dedicated mouth.

A deep urge to sleep took her then, and when she next awoke, both she and Baherah were lying naked next to each other on a bed of silk sheets and fluffy goose-down pillows. The air was cool, but not cold enough to bother them in their nudity. There were no windows, and the light of the room glowed from several light crystals placed at even intervals around the chamber. Both of them had been bathed, it seemed, and Baherah was still fast asleep.

The room was spartan in amenities. The bed was accompanied only by a single small circular table with two chairs, and a bowl of jungle fruits on top of it. There was only one obvious exit, a door to the right of the bed. No one seemed to be around besides the two of them. Looking down at Baherah, Zakiri saw that she had apparently been turned back fully into a woman. Suddenly hopeful, Zakiri felt her own body, but was dismayed to feel the ears and tail still present on her. They were still sensitive, but no where near the level that they had been when she had left Jahangir.
As the grated floor comes to a stop, Zakiri's form shakes, both from the stop and from the immense pleasure she had just endured. She noticed Khanna out of the corner of her eye, briefly looking towards her before she began to moan again as Baherah began to start fucking her again. Bouncing up and down from the force of the warrior woman's thrusts, Zakiri could do nothing but gasp as she was suddenly grabbed by the furiously blushing woman in white. As Khanna lifted her up and away from Baherah's wonderful cock, cum gushing out of her, Zakiri almost made to throw herself forward, but the mage's soothing grip was strong like the stones her golems were forged from. She shivered as the woman's hand brushed her nipple, but sat still as she was ordered, her fingers moving to caress her body as she watched the mage attend to her lust obsessed friend.

Transfixed by the sight, Zakiri felt a new wave of arousal spread throughout her body as she watched Khanna pleasure the warrior woman. Her hands began to roam her body as she licked her lips, images of herself in the mage's place, her own lips tasting Baherah's throbbing member. Her fingers quickly found the seed still flowing from her nether lips, and it wasn't long before Zakiri brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking on them as Khanna sucked on Baherah. Her other hand moved back to where the first had found her current treat, and she began to work herself to a gasping moaning frenzy as she watched her friend lose herself in Khanna's mouth. When the mage finished with the warrior woman, and approached her, she eagerly did as told, laying back and spreading herself wide. She moaned lewdly at the woman's soft, cold touches, writhing as her body was suffused with pleasure, yet calmed at the same time. Her peak came suddenly, and she cried out, arching her back and gasping for breath as the exhaustion from the days events came to drag her to unconsciousness.


Though the events of the recent past had been strenuous and terrifying, Zakiri still slept deeply and soundly. She woke slowly, mumbling as she pressed herself against Baherah's warm form. When she finally roused, she looked around the room uncertainly, only slowly realizing what must have happened after Khanna found them in the lift. She blushed as she remembered her loss of control, then turned to look down at the slumbering warrior woman beside her. Her gaze lingering on Baherah's now normal looking crotch, while she reached out with a trembling hand, gingerly brushing the smooth skin as if not believing that the woman had truly been changed back to normal. Immediately, her hands went to the top of her head and the base of her back. To her disappointment, though, Jahangir's alterations remained, though at least she wasn't thrown into a fit of lust at the slightest touch anymore.

Quietly sliding off the bed and padding over to the table, Zakiri bit into one of the fruits with wild abandon. It felt like an eternity since she had eaten such succulent food. In the pit her stomach had been filled with rancid meat, a strange paste while in the cage, and in Jahangir's torture chamber... Zakiri finished eating the fruit quickly, and picked up another, biting into it before the last juices of the first had even touched her throat. A third followed before she finally felt full, satiated. With a sigh of contentment, she sat in one of the chairs, allowing herself to rest, even after the sleep, to take in her situation after finally having a moment of peace.

It wasn't long, however, before Zakiri felt the need to move. Alone, unsupervised, she felt free, even knowing she was still a prisoner of the tower. Jahangir's warnings about the woman in white still seemed too strange to be completely true to Zakiri. This might be her chance to learn something about the woman who had claimed her before whatever duties she would be asked to perform were before her. Moving as quietly as she could, Zakiri approached the door to the room, looking out carefully for the golems or whatever guardians might be around.
 

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As the grated floor comes to a stop, Zakiri's form shakes, both from the stop and from the immense pleasure she had just endured. She noticed Khanna out of the corner of her eye, briefly looking towards her before she began to moan again as Baherah began to start fucking her again. Bouncing up and down from the force of the warrior woman's thrusts, Zakiri could do nothing but gasp as she was suddenly grabbed by the furiously blushing woman in white. As Khanna lifted her up and away from Baherah's wonderful cock, cum gushing out of her, Zakiri almost made to throw herself forward, but the mage's soothing grip was strong like the stones her golems were forged from. She shivered as the woman's hand brushed her nipple, but sat still as she was ordered, her fingers moving to caress her body as she watched the mage attend to her lust obsessed friend.

Transfixed by the sight, Zakiri felt a new wave of arousal spread throughout her body as she watched Khanna pleasure the warrior woman. Her hands began to roam her body as she licked her lips, images of herself in the mage's place, her own lips tasting Baherah's throbbing member. Her fingers quickly found the seed still flowing from her nether lips, and it wasn't long before Zakiri brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking on them as Khanna sucked on Baherah. Her other hand moved back to where the first had found her current treat, and she began to work herself to a gasping moaning frenzy as she watched her friend lose herself in Khanna's mouth. When the mage finished with the warrior woman, and approached her, she eagerly did as told, laying back and spreading herself wide. She moaned lewdly at the woman's soft, cold touches, writhing as her body was suffused with pleasure, yet calmed at the same time. Her peak came suddenly, and she cried out, arching her back and gasping for breath as the exhaustion from the days events came to drag her to unconsciousness.


Though the events of the recent past had been strenuous and terrifying, Zakiri still slept deeply and soundly. She woke slowly, mumbling as she pressed herself against Baherah's warm form. When she finally roused, she looked around the room uncertainly, only slowly realizing what must have happened after Khanna found them in the lift. She blushed as she remembered her loss of control, then turned to look down at the slumbering warrior woman beside her. Her gaze lingering on Baherah's now normal looking crotch, while she reached out with a trembling hand, gingerly brushing the smooth skin as if not believing that the woman had truly been changed back to normal. Immediately, her hands went to the top of her head and the base of her back. To her disappointment, though, Jahangir's alterations remained, though at least she wasn't thrown into a fit of lust at the slightest touch anymore.

Quietly sliding off the bed and padding over to the table, Zakiri bit into one of the fruits with wild abandon. It felt like an eternity since she had eaten such succulent food. In the pit her stomach had been filled with rancid meat, a strange paste while in the cage, and in Jahangir's torture chamber... Zakiri finished eating the fruit quickly, and picked up another, biting into it before the last juices of the first had even touched her throat. A third followed before she finally felt full, satiated. With a sigh of contentment, she sat in one of the chairs, allowing herself to rest, even after the sleep, to take in her situation after finally having a moment of peace.

It wasn't long, however, before Zakiri felt the need to move. Alone, unsupervised, she felt free, even knowing she was still a prisoner of the tower. Jahangir's warnings about the woman in white still seemed too strange to be completely true to Zakiri. This might be her chance to learn something about the woman who had claimed her before whatever duties she would be asked to perform were before her. Moving as quietly as she could, Zakiri approached the door to the room, looking out carefully for the golems or whatever guardians might be around.

Zakiri spies no less than eight golems in the hall way outside her door, but they all seem to be inactive. Her quick mind has noted that the golems only come alive when their eyes are black pools instead of the white alabaster that they are now. Down the hallway to her left, through an open archway, Zakiri can clearly hear a *clink, clink, clink* sound reverberating off of the stone walls. It reminds her of the Ara tribe's weaponsmith flattening arrowheads with his hammer.

On her right, down the bend of the hallway Zakiri sees two people, men by the look of them, dressed in white togas, softly conversing with one another. One of them holds a platter of what looks to be bread and fruit in his hand. The other seems to have his legs and arms covered in white powder of some sort. For the time being, neither of them have noticed her.

In the bedroom behind her, Zakiri hears Baherah begin to stir, but a quick look back shows that the warrior woman has just turned over in her sleep.
 
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Zakiri briefly pulled herself back into the room when she hears Baherah stir, worried that the men down the hall would notice her, or that the golems would spring to life. Thankfully, nothing happened. Cautiously moving out again, trying to make as little sound as possible, Zakiri heads down the hall away from the men, using the golems as a form of cover.

While she was sure the men were more slaves of Khanna, like her, she didn't know what would happen if they noticed her. Would they send her to work right away, ruining her chances to search the area unsupervised? Would she be sent to Khanna, the mage already ready to take her soul and place it in a statue like Jahangir had said? Or would they simply treat her as the slavemaster's own minions had? Whatever the case, Zakiri had to look around, to learn something before Khanna or Jahangir would require her services.

She silently made her way down the hall towards the clinking sound, curious as to what it might be. If it was a weapon smith, Zakiri might be able to grab something she or Baherah could use to defend themselves. Even if it wasn't, anything she could learn about the mage who had claimed her could help the women survive in this horrible place.
 

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Zakiri

Zakiri briefly pulled herself back into the room when she hears Baherah stir, worried that the men down the hall would notice her, or that the golems would spring to life. Thankfully, nothing happened. Cautiously moving out again, trying to make as little sound as possible, Zakiri heads down the hall away from the men, using the golems as a form of cover.

While she was sure the men were more slaves of Khanna, like her, she didn't know what would happen if they noticed her. Would they send her to work right away, ruining her chances to search the area unsupervised? Would she be sent to Khanna, the mage already ready to take her soul and place it in a statue like Jahangir had said? Or would they simply treat her as the slavemaster's own minions had? Whatever the case, Zakiri had to look around, to learn something before Khanna or Jahangir would require her services.

She silently made her way down the hall towards the clinking sound, curious as to what it might be. If it was a weapon smith, Zakiri might be able to grab something she or Baherah could use to defend themselves. Even if it wasn't, anything she could learn about the mage who had claimed her could help the women survive in this horrible place.

The men seemed engrossed in their own conversation and did not notice Zakiri's silent egress from the stone archway of her room, nor her tiptoed maneuvering down the hallway to her left, flitting from statue to lifeless statue in her bid to remain undetected.

The clinking drew nearer, and as it did, Zakiri's newly heightened sense of hearing, now augmented to that of a fox, detected a subtle distinction in the reverberations, telling her that the sound was less metal upon metal - as would be the case of a weaponsmith - and more like metal upon stone.

Closer still, she approached the large, open archway through which the sound was emanating. Moments of silence would pass, soon to be replaced with several clinks in rapid succession.

*clink - clink - clink....*

A pause, then a soft inhale of breath. No, two breaths, of different cadences.

A coolness was in the air, a crispness that was altogether unheard of within the jungles of this land, where the constant abundance of moisture made the air heavy, slick, and leaden.

*clink - clink - clink...*

The floor here was marbled white and silver, and intricate partitions of stone made a rigid pattern of ley lines that seemed to pass through the walls at consistent intervals, spiraling towards the center of what seemed a circular chamber on the other side of the hallway that Zakiri crept along - where the noises where coming from.

At last she reached the archway, and with her curiosity fueling her actions, she peeked her head round the corner of the archway and looked into the room beyond.

The room was occupied by just three objects. The first was a man, tall and muscular, and dark of skin. He was nude, and possessed a physique that was pleasing to the eye, despite a noticeable amount of scars displayed about his body. Some of these disfigurements appeared to be the work of a lash, but the most prominent of them were too precise to be the work of momentary cruelty. Zakiri recognized the three raised and dotted scar lines along the man's left arm as the mark of a Jobo tribe warrior - a tribe that had until recent years been an enemy of Zakiri's own Ara tribe. Only their combined hatred of the slaver town had stopped ancient hostilities.

The man was standing still, with his legs spread slightly apart, and his hands open and fingers flexed and spread. Several feet away from him, a block of alabaster stone had been hewn and chipped at so that now its top half resembled the posing warrior in such a fashion that were it not purely white, Zakiri would have sworn it looked to be the man's identical twin, right down to the raised scar tissue. The alabaster replica stood at the exact same height, and held the same expression and gaze as the warrior - disciplined and resolute, even though its lower half was yet trapped within an unshaped block.

The third object in the room was the woman, blond haired, sweating slightly at her brow, her arms covered in white alabaster dust almost to her elbows, dressed in a simple toga of her own. Her back was to Zakiri, and she knelt with her eyes at the statue's waist level, holding an iron chisel in one hand and a mallet in the other. Resting at her knees where several other chisels and hammers, of different sizes and make. It was from her light hammer strikes and the chisel chipping away at the warrior's statue that the clinking noise had come.

The posing man moved nothing save his eyes, but those, having been looking in the direction of the archway where Zakiri had poked her head out to see, now gazed back at her. The warrior did not move from his pose, but cleared his throat, causing the female artisan to momentarily stop her work and turn.

It was none other than the mistress, Khanna, who knelt before the statue and gazed back at Zakiri with a neutral expression that was beyond the slave's ability to read.

"You're up, that's good," Khanna said, then turned back to look over her progress on the statue. "It is my wish that you recover fully and look after your friend. My servants have been told to wait on your needs, and should be providing clothes for you soon. You are free to wander this floor to your heart's content. Here, at least, you will be safe and untroubled. This is my domain, and none save the Master may enter here without my knowing it."
 
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The naga smiled at Halrikk's comments but didn't answer immediately, instead she began to curl her tail gently around the archer's lower body. Then her hands quit tugging at his beard and instead moved to either side of his face, holding it still as she planted her lips upon his own and began to kiss him.

"The beard can wait," she said as she drew back from the kiss. "It's been long enough, I think you should be ready again, no? I want to make sure you're healthy enough for the ceremony."

Her tail coiled firmly but not painfully around him and she pressed her naked form against his own.

The raider made no motion to resist as Kiriha's tail entwined about his legs, though he did give a slight start as she leaned in to kiss him. Not only was the naga's action surprising, but so was the sweetness of her mouth.

"Hmm," Halrikk replied, "if that is your wish, Lady Kiriha, I shall do my utmost to fulfill it." As he spoke, he was pleased to note that his body did, indeed, seem capable of reinforcing his words with action.

As she pressed against him, Halrikk wrapped his arms around the serpent woman and leaned backwards, bringing her to the ground with him. After that, he waited for her to set the tone.
 

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The raider made no motion to resist as Kiriha's tail entwined about his legs, though he did give a slight start as she leaned in to kiss him. Not only was the naga's action surprising, but so was the sweetness of her mouth.

"Hmm," Halrikk replied, "if that is your wish, Lady Kiriha, I shall do my utmost to fulfill it." As he spoke, he was pleased to note that his body did, indeed, seem capable of reinforcing his words with action.

As she pressed against him, Halrikk wrapped his arms around the serpent woman and leaned backwards, bringing her to the ground with him. After that, he waited for her to set the tone.
Despite her lithe and womanly form, Kiriha was deceptively strong even where her body was not one long coiled length of muscle. Her tail moved to prop Halrikk up so that he would lie against it, and she was careful that her coils would support him without touching the two mending wounds in the middle of his back. Her hands went down to Halrikk's sides and supported him by his waist.

Her lips curled in a smile at his words and with a low hiss she let her forked tongue flicker out over the archer's lips, wetting them. Then she opened her mouth and exhaled a cool breath at the nape of his neck, and drew her serpentine tongue down his body letting it drag and twist down his chest, lashing out at one of his nipples along the way.

Her head and mouth retreated further down while her coils simultaneously raised his body upwards, til at last she was facing Halrikk's growing staff, eying it hungrily with her hypnotic gaze. With another hiss, she flicked her tongue at the tip of the glans, and wound its length around it, rubbing and licking it with her forked prongs. Her hands moved down to grasp firmly at Halrikk's butt, gripping it strongly and pulling upwards to move his loins closer to her.

Her tongue retracted for a moment and Kiriha moved her lips into contact with Halrikk's inner thigh, kissing wetly along the groin muscle, moving upwards until she was nibbling at the most sensitive areas just near the base of his shaft. With a shift in her bulk, a portion of her coiled tail took the weight of Halrikk's butt, freeing her right hand to come around to the front and hold Halrikk's manhood aloft in her grasp.

With a light giggle, she began to suckle at Halrikk's sac, kissing and nibbling, and letting the warmth and moistness of her tongue send more blood to his hardening rod, which her hand slowly began to stroke.

Then with a sudden motion, she opened her jaw wide and sunk her fangs deep into the uppermost portion of Halrikk's thigh, causing a quick pinch of pain that was surprisingly and rapidly replaced by a flooding sensation of arousal. Precum immediately began to leak from his tip and he began to sense an increasing urge to rut with Kiriha like a wild animal.

Withdrawing herself from the bite and licking the small trickles of blood that she had left, Kiriha looked up and smiled at her human lover, and then without sparing another second began to aggressively lick and nibble and slurp along his shaft, from base to to tip.

A strength was starting to surge within Halrikk that he did not know he possessed. He felt as though a demon of lust was guiding him, possessing him, and through him work its lascivious will. He felt his quickening beginning to swell inside him and he wanted nothing more than to unleash it inside the serpent demoness before him.
 

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Nadia


Kiana listened keenly to what Nadia had to say, momentarily forgetting about her own tea.

"But how can you storm the tower? It's entrances are not well known except to its servants or the mages themselves. It lies beneath the waves until the new moon comes -- four days from now."

Her eyes suddenly grow suspicious again and she shakes her head, "And it makes no sense, why should you suddenly turn on the tower? You have been content to be their scapegoats, as you say - but if you did not continue, you would be destroyed by one of those catastrophes you blame the tower for. Do you really fear us more than them? And even if the tower is to blame, your cooperation with it in the past can't be ignored. The tribes will not fight alongside you - and we don't have the boats to get close to the mages in the first place."
Nadia finished her tea and uncrossed her legs calmly, "My dear when the mages make their move they will flex their muscles, and who would make the biggest impact? Us. After they level our town no one will have the power or will to stand up to them. On the plus side I'll be dead so I'll miss out on the worst of it. You and the rest of the tribes however get to be enslaved by them and used for or transformed into things that I can only imagine during a terrible nightmare. Though for me that seems like a poor ending. I am not asking for your aid or anything I'm simply asking for the attacks to cease on our town so that we can focus everything towards the tower without having to worry about a bunch of flame throwing cat women attacking us from behind." She paused a moment and thought.

"Speaking of which you still haven't told me what that burning slime is. If you can tell me how to get it, my plans for the tower would be helped greatly." She walked over and sliced the cat's last bonds loose with her sword. "It's your choice, we can either stop fighting for the moment until the mages are gone at least. Or we can waste all our time squabbling and end up as hypnotized fucktoys for some creepy wrinkled 200 year old mage. Personally....I prefer the first option." Nadia leaned over a bit with a sarcastic smirk on her face.

(Time for me to catch up)
 
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The men seemed engrossed in their own conversation and did not notice Zakiri's silent egress from the stone archway of her room, nor her tiptoed maneuvering down the hallway to her left, flitting from statue to lifeless statue in her bid to remain undetected.

The clinking drew nearer, and as it did, Zakiri's newly heightened sense of hearing, now augmented to that of a fox, detected a subtle distinction in the reverberations, telling her that the sound was less metal upon metal - as would be the case of a weaponsmith - and more like metal upon stone.

Closer still, she approached the large, open archway through which the sound was emanating. Moments of silence would pass, soon to be replaced with several clinks in rapid succession.

*clink - clink - clink....*

A pause, then a soft inhale of breath. No, two breaths, of different cadences.

A coolness was in the air, a crispness that was altogether unheard of within the jungles of this land, where the constant abundance of moisture made the air heavy, slick, and leaden.

*clink - clink - clink...*

The floor here was marbled white and silver, and intricate partitions of stone made a rigid pattern of ley lines that seemed to pass through the walls at consistent intervals, spiraling towards the center of what seemed a circular chamber on the other side of the hallway that Zakiri crept along - where the noises where coming from.

At last she reached the archway, and with her curiosity fueling her actions, she peeked her head round the corner of the archway and looked into the room beyond.

The room was occupied by just three objects. The first was a man, tall and muscular, and dark of skin. He was nude, and possessed a physique that was pleasing to the eye, despite a noticeable amount of scars displayed about his body. Some of these disfigurements appeared to be the work of a lash, but the most prominent of them were too precise to be the work of momentary cruelty. Zakiri recognized the three raised and dotted scar lines along the man's left arm as the mark of a Jobo tribe warrior - a tribe that had until recent years been an enemy of Zakiri's own Ara tribe. Only their combined hatred of the slaver town had stopped ancient hostilities.

The man was standing still, with his legs spread slightly apart, and his hands open and fingers flexed and spread. Several feet away from him, a block of alabaster stone had been hewn and chipped at so that now its top half resembled the posing warrior in such a fashion that were it not purely white, Zakiri would have sworn it looked to be the man's identical twin, right down to the raised scar tissue. The alabaster replica stood at the exact same height, and held the same expression and gaze as the warrior - disciplined and resolute, even though its lower half was yet trapped within an unshaped block.

The third object in the room was the woman, blond haired, sweating slightly at her brow, her arms covered in white alabaster dust almost to her elbows, dressed in a simple toga of her own. Her back was to Zakiri, and she knelt with her eyes at the statue's waist level, holding an iron chisel in one hand and a mallet in the other. Resting at her knees where several other chisels and hammers, of different sizes and make. It was from her light hammer strikes and the chisel chipping away at the warrior's statue that the clinking noise had come.

The posing man moved nothing save his eyes, but those, having been looking in the direction of the archway where Zakiri had poked her head out to see, now gazed back at her. The warrior did not move from his pose, but cleared his throat, causing the female artisan to momentarily stop her work and turn.

It was none other than the mistress, Khanna, who knelt before the statue and gazed back at Zakiri with a neutral expression that was beyond the slave's ability to read.

"You're up, that's good," Khanna said, then turned back to look over her progress on the statue. "It is my wish that you recover fully and look after your friend. My servants have been told to wait on your needs, and should be providing clothes for you soon. You are free to wander this floor to your heart's content. Here, at least, you will be safe and untroubled. This is my domain, and none save the Master may enter here without my knowing it."
Slowly poking her head around the archway, Zakiri's eyes widened when she saw what was on the other sight. Part of her couldn't help but stare at the nude man openly displaying his body. Even with the slavemaster's influence diminished, Zakiri still felt the growing warmth in her as her eyes wandered his form. Despite that feeling, however, it was the sight of Khanna chipping away at the stone to make the near perfect replica that affected the girl more, sending goosebumps all across her body as she thought back to Jahangir's words.

The sudden realization that she had been spotted drove Zakiri to jump out from behind the archway, standing plainly in view to avoid looking suspicious. As she did she could feel the Jobo warrior's eyes look over her body, not quite studying her as she had him but still driving a slight blush to her face. "Y-yes mistress," Zakiri said, bringing her hands together near her crotch in a sheepish attempt to cover her nakedness even though it was already too late. "Thank you for your concern. If you need anything of me, I am ready to serve you."

As the mage went back to chiseling away at the marble, Zakiri awkwardly stood in the archway, nervous about talking to the woman but still desperate to learn more about what is truly going on. "M-mistress," she called, biting her lip before continuing, "My friend, Baherah. You removed what Master J-... the slavemaster did to her." Zakiri felt her mouth begin to water as she remembered how Khanna had tended to her warrior companion. "Could you do the same for me?" she asked nervously, before quickly adding, "O-only if you wish it, mistress."

Shifting uncomfortably, still standing in the archway, Zakiri waited a minute before deciding to ask about the man and the statue. "Mistress, this man... he is Jobo. They are very dangerous and untrustworthy." She gulped then continued, "His people... are not worthy of honoring with statues."
 

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Nadia

Nadia finished her tea and uncrossed her legs calmly, "My dear when the mages make their move they will flex their muscles, and who would make the biggest impact? Us. After they level our town no one will have the power or will to stand up to them. On the plus side I'll be dead so I'll miss out on the worst of it. You and the rest of the tribes however get to be enslaved by them and used for or transformed into things that I can only imagine during a terrible nightmare. Though for me that seems like a poor ending. I am not asking for your aid or anything I'm simply asking for the attacks to cease on our town so that we can focus everything towards the tower without having to worry about a bunch of flame throwing cat women attacking us from behind." She paused a moment and thought.

"Speaking of which you still haven't told me what that burning slime is. If you can tell me how to get it, my plans for the tower would be helped greatly." She walked over and sliced the cat's last bonds loose with her sword. "It's your choice, we can either stop fighting for the moment until the mages are gone at least. Or we can waste all our time squabbling and end up as hypnotized fucktoys for some creepy wrinkled 200 year old mage. Personally....I prefer the first option." Nadia leaned over a bit with a sarcastic smirk on her face.

Kiana's ears flatten and her nose wrinkles in disgust as Nadia mentions the mages and what they might do to the tribes if they had their way with them.

"I don't know whether it's more disturbing that you know about all this dark business, or that it might be true. Either way, know this - for the tribes who have lived underneath the tower and your own raiding town, the trouble has already begun. We cannot abide the despair either you or they visit upon us. So if you really want to break this cycle as you say, then I can only give you a brief time to prove your intent."

She stands up and holds up two clawed fingers.

"I can stay the attacks for two weeks, but in that time if you have not made a move against the mages, I cannot hold back the fury that is growing against you in the jungle. If you do, then we will let you alone - and I may even join you in your fight. The new moon is in two days from now... the tower will rise from the Dreaming Sea. If you wish to use the hell slime against the mages, you can gather it yourself as we have from the edges of the hellpits in the deep jungle..."

Her eyes burn as she says this.

"Yes... we would rather face the wrath of devils than live another year underneath your raiders. We go during the day, when most of the demons lay underground. The hellslime will burn for days if not doused, and the slime itself will remain as hot as burning coals for just as long. It is there to be gathered, only you must construct sacs or urns to store it in, and you must be careful not to rouse the demons that dwell near it. I could not say how effective it may be against the tower mages, but it shall certainly not be something they would expect."
 

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"Hmm yes two weeks should do, I have a feeling that is how much time they will need as well. At the end of two weeks either the mages will no longer be a problem or we won't be in a position to complain about it." Nadia listened quietly to the explaination of the slime. "Interesting, that does give me new ideas to use on our friends. One last thing, have you heard of a cult in the jungle that worships Lilith? I've heard some passing rumors but nothing else..."

"That's the last question I have dear, when the middle of the night comes I'll escort you out of the village. Until then you'll have to stay in here, if you need anything until nightfall just ask. We are, albiet at the moment shaky, allies after all." Nadia chuckled and sat her cup down to go tend to the large fireplace in the room.
 

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Zakiri

Slowly poking her head around the archway, Zakiri's eyes widened when she saw what was on the other sight. Part of her couldn't help but stare at the nude man openly displaying his body. Even with the slavemaster's influence diminished, Zakiri still felt the growing warmth in her as her eyes wandered his form. Despite that feeling, however, it was the sight of Khanna chipping away at the stone to make the near perfect replica that affected the girl more, sending goosebumps all across her body as she thought back to Jahangir's words.

The sudden realization that she had been spotted drove Zakiri to jump out from behind the archway, standing plainly in view to avoid looking suspicious. As she did she could feel the Jobo warrior's eyes look over her body, not quite studying her as she had him but still driving a slight blush to her face. "Y-yes mistress," Zakiri said, bringing her hands together near her crotch in a sheepish attempt to cover her nakedness even though it was already too late. "Thank you for your concern. If you need anything of me, I am ready to serve you."

As the mage went back to chiseling away at the marble, Zakiri awkwardly stood in the archway, nervous about talking to the woman but still desperate to learn more about what is truly going on. "M-mistress," she called, biting her lip before continuing, "My friend, Baherah. You removed what Master J-... the slavemaster did to her." Zakiri felt her mouth begin to water as she remembered how Khanna had tended to her warrior companion. "Could you do the same for me?" she asked nervously, before quickly adding, "O-only if you wish it, mistress."

Shifting uncomfortably, still standing in the archway, Zakiri waited a minute before deciding to ask about the man and the statue. "Mistress, this man... he is Jobo. They are very dangerous and untrustworthy." She gulped then continued, "His people... are not worthy of honoring with statues."

To Zakiri's first stuttered reply and affirmation of servitude, Khanna waved a hand in the air behind her head without turning around.

"Mistress Khanna, if you please, Zakiri," she said as she brought the hand down again and then swept it over the recently chiseled parts of the stone to brush away alabaster dust. "The rank is necessary for reasons I may one day tell you, but I do prefer that my claimed servants refer to my name as well. I have chosen to become familiar with you, and so you should be familiar with me."

She blew a puff of air at the incomplete statue to expel more dust. After a few moments, Zakiri asked her first question and to that, Khann put down her instruments and turned around to face Zakiri again.

"I have already examined you for that exact purpose," she said. "Unfortunately I cannot undo the flesh weaving worked on you or your companion. Baherah, as you call her, is still in possession of her... alteration. It is hidden within her for the moment, and only because her tormentor wanted her to be able to transition between both a normal and changed form - otherwise I could have done nothing for her."

Her mouth twisted sourly as she discussed the works of Jahangir.

"Believe me Zakiri, I would have you unspoiled and in a condition far better than that in which I first found you - but Jahangir is master of Flesh, and he has spent years perfecting a craft that I do not possess. My mastery lies with stone and earth, and the wind of high mountains, and of communing with spirits and the instilling of life where there should be none. I can do many things, but in this instance I am powerless - no doubt the reason Jahangir sent you both to me in your conditions. He has done similar things with men that I have taken for my own, and he seems to delight in marring the perfection of the natural human form - knowing that I find his art a blasphemy..."

Her eyes grew cold as a glacier, and her gaze, which had grown distant as she spoke about the rival mage, suddenly seemed to return to the present and register Zakiri's presence once again.

"There is some small hope that Suhail, master of Beasts, might be able to reverse the animalistic marks on you - but he is engaged with other projects at the moment and I cannot divert him from them. Even if he could fix that, we both know that the greater change is within you - and that I'm afraid only Jahangir or the Master of the Tower could reverse - at least those are the only beings within this place that possess the ability to my knowledge. All I can do for you is to numb the urges that come upon you, which I am willing to do as I am able. With time, you will learn to control the urges, even without my aid."

Khanna nodded and turned back to her work, feeling that she had adequately satisfied Zakiri's curiosity. The slave girl stood in the archway a minute more, looking nervously at the Jobo warrior, who from time to time returned her stare with glances of his own. The man was grim, strong, and held himself with confidence. After a the third time he catches Zakiri looking at him, he holds his gaze upon her, and Zakiri feels an increased heat in her body as she feels his eyes cross over her bare flesh.

At the last she could stand it no longer and gave her protest, to which the Jobo warrior grinned wide and chuckled.

"Is that so?" he asked with a clear, amused voice. "Now my suspicion is confirmed. This woman is Ara, a tribe that holds bitter history with my own, for our lands border one another and food is scarce. In my past life, I would have believed Ara women to be witches who worshiped jungle demons and sacrificed captured Jobo children to their dark masters - but I have learned much in my time here with you, Mistress Khanna... that these stories are the exaggerations spurred on by generations of hatred poisoning both our peoples. And now that I see an Ara woman in truth, despite the changes in her worked by the slavemaster - may he receive all that is coming to him - I can readily say that no daughter of this realm could consort with demons and witchcraft and remain so fair in appearance and disposition... you are a vision, Zakiri, and I pray you look upon me without suspicion. I am Saba, a slave like you, and yet more, for we both serve Mistress Khanna, and in doing so ally ourselves with a greater cause."

Khanna puts up her hand. "Enough, Saba. Take care that you do not speak of more than you should."

"Forgive me, Mistress Khanna. I desired only to allay the fair Zakiri's fear."

"And so you have, and so shall I," she said looking back to Zakiri. "Saba here has been my trusted servant for many years, and I am convinced of his worth. He shall not trouble you or your friend."
 
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"Yes, Mistress Khanna, of course," Zakiri said, her head bobbing up and down in embarrassment as the mage voiced her request. She said nothing more as Khanna explained her inability to reverse the slavemaster's changes, though her new fox ears visibly drooped at the news. The news did give her a strange new understanding of this place and it's inhabitants, though. She had thought these mages to be all-powerful, almost like the gods themselves, but even they had limits. Perhaps she is not completely powerless as she had at first thought. Still, she is a slave, and that idea is but a small comfort.

When the Jobo man first began his retort, Zakiri's cheeks flushed in anger. But as the man's words changed to compliment her, she could feel the warmth in her body spreading to her face as an unexpected smile crept across her face. "Thank you for your kind words, Saba. I must admit I have never spoken to a Jobo myself. I apologize if I offended you." She found her eyes wandering his form once again, and she shifted her legs uncomfortably.

Though she responded pleasantly to Saba, Zakiri couldn't help but catch his comment about a greater cause, and Khanna's reaction to it. This may be what Jahangir had sent her here to learn about, and though she hated the slavemaster, her fear of him drove her to do what he wanted of her. Still, Khanna did not seem ready to speak of such things to Zakiri. Asking her directly might anger the mage, driving Zakiri from one powerful being's wrath into another. Deciding it would be best not to push her luck, Zakiri instead asked the mage, "Mistress Khanna, can you claim my friend as you did me? To protect her from Master J- the slavemaster. I am sure she would be just as willing to serve you however you wish as I am."
 

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Zakiri

"Yes, Mistress Khanna, of course," Zakiri said, her head bobbing up and down in embarrassment as the mage voiced her request. She said nothing more as Khanna explained her inability to reverse the slavemaster's changes, though her new fox ears visibly drooped at the news. The news did give her a strange new understanding of this place and it's inhabitants, though. She had thought these mages to be all-powerful, almost like the gods themselves, but even they had limits. Perhaps she is not completely powerless as she had at first thought. Still, she is a slave, and that idea is but a small comfort.

When the Jobo man first began his retort, Zakiri's cheeks flushed in anger. But as the man's words changed to compliment her, she could feel the warmth in her body spreading to her face as an unexpected smile crept across her face. "Thank you for your kind words, Saba. I must admit I have never spoken to a Jobo myself. I apologize if I offended you." She found her eyes wandering his form once again, and she shifted her legs uncomfortably.

Though she responded pleasantly to Saba, Zakiri couldn't help but catch his comment about a greater cause, and Khanna's reaction to it. This may be what Jahangir had sent her here to learn about, and though she hated the slavemaster, her fear of him drove her to do what he wanted of her. Still, Khanna did not seem ready to speak of such things to Zakiri. Asking her directly might anger the mage, driving Zakiri from one powerful being's wrath into another. Deciding it would be best not to push her luck, Zakiri instead asked the mage, "Mistress Khanna, can you claim my friend as you did me? To protect her from Master J- the slavemaster. I am sure she would be just as willing to serve you however you wish as I am."

"Yes," said Khanna, who now stood up. "I will claim her as I have claimed you. The slavemaster sent her with you, whom I had already taken as my own. I shall consider her a gift from him, and so long as she stays within my domain, the master of flesh shall have no cause or right to take her back."

The woman turned to Saba. "I feel that perhaps this is enough for now, Saba. Since Zakiri is now awake, she shall need someone to guide her and show her about her duties. Also, she shall need clothes. Take her to the dressing room and get some for her and her companion."

To this, the dark skinned man bowed his head. "With pleasure, Mistress Khanna. I shall see that she is well acquainted with the Mistress' domain."

Turning to Zakiri, Khanna spoke. "Then I shall leave you with Saba then. The two of you are equals here, but I advise you to learn from his experience and heed what he may say. We shall speak again later tonight, Zakiri, when I shall call you for your evening lessons. Farewell for now."

With that said, Khanna left the circular chamber via the opposite side of the room, and Saba, naked and strong of form, strode over to Zakiri's side. His face was warm and his eyes rested easily on Zakiri's.

"Come, Zakiri, fairest daughter of the Ara, let me be your guide, for you reside now in the inner cloister of Mistress Khanna's domain, on the sixth level of the tower." His voice was pleasant and he offered his hand to the fox-girl.

The mage had gone completely out of sight, and Zakiri stood alone with the large warrior. She began to notice that the man showed signs of arousal, though he did not appear to be embarrassed by it.
 
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Pleased that she had, in a fashion, helped her friend, Zakiri smiled and nodded enthusiastically as Khanna agreed to claim Baherah. "Thank you, Mistress Khanna," she said, bowing her head. Surprised to hear that Saba would escort her around, she keeps her head down as she listens to their exchange. She was so surprised that she almost missed calling out to Khanna as she left the room. "Y-yes, Mistress Khanna. I will be ready for... lessons."

With her eyes following the mage out of sight, Zakiri almost jumps when she feels Saba come to stand next to her. The warmth of his body mingled with what she had already been feeling, causing her to shuffle her legs uncomfortably as she looked at the next to her. Her eyes went down to his offered hand, but quickly strayed past it to his obvious arousal, drawing a slight sigh of desire from her. Lascivious thoughts flit through her mind so fast she could hardly make them out before a new one took it's place. It was then that she realized that had it not been for Khanna's influence over her, she would have thrown herself at Saba in the same way she had to Baherah in the elevator. Somehow, she was remaining in control of her actions, even as her body screamed at her to indulge herself.

"Y-yes, Saba," she said, stiffly taking his hand while leaning towards him, her thigh pressing slightly against his as she forced herself to look at his face rather than his member. "I would like to learn more of what I am... to do here," she said, blushing as she pressed against the man again, one of her breasts coming to rest against his muscular arm ever so lightly. She is suddenly made aware of her nudity again, something that in the past would have driven her to a fit of hysterical embarrassment, but which was now giving her an unexpected feeling of mischievous excitement. "Mistress Khanna mentioned that I should have clothes." Her eyes swept over the man again before returning to his face, pausing a moment before shyly asking, "Do you... wear clothes?"
 

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Zakiri

Pleased that she had, in a fashion, helped her friend, Zakiri smiled and nodded enthusiastically as Khanna agreed to claim Baherah. "Thank you, Mistress Khanna," she said, bowing her head. Surprised to hear that Saba would escort her around, she keeps her head down as she listens to their exchange. She was so surprised that she almost missed calling out to Khanna as she left the room. "Y-yes, Mistress Khanna. I will be ready for... lessons."

With her eyes following the mage out of sight, Zakiri almost jumps when she feels Saba come to stand next to her. The warmth of his body mingled with what she had already been feeling, causing her to shuffle her legs uncomfortably as she looked at the next to her. Her eyes went down to his offered hand, but quickly strayed past it to his obvious arousal, drawing a slight sigh of desire from her. Lascivious thoughts flit through her mind so fast she could hardly make them out before a new one took it's place. It was then that she realized that had it not been for Khanna's influence over her, she would have thrown herself at Saba in the same way she had to Baherah in the elevator. Somehow, she was remaining in control of her actions, even as her body screamed at her to indulge herself.

"Y-yes, Saba," she said, stiffly taking his hand while leaning towards him, her thigh pressing slightly against his as she forced herself to look at his face rather than his member. "I would like to learn more of what I am... to do here," she said, blushing as she pressed against the man again, one of her breasts coming to rest against his muscular arm ever so lightly. She is suddenly made aware of her nudity again, something that in the past would have driven her to a fit of hysterical embarrassment, but which was now giving her an unexpected feeling of mischievous excitement. "Mistress Khanna mentioned that I should have clothes." Her eyes swept over the man again before returning to his face, pausing a moment before shyly asking, "Do you... wear clothes?"

The feel of his body was very warm when compared to the cool air that permeated the halls and rooms of the inner cloister. Saba gripped her delicate hand firmly but also with a gentleness that suggested genuine care.

"Yes, I wear clothes," he smiled broadly showing a row of sparkling white teeth, perhaps the most clean looking set of teeth that Zakiri had ever seen. His face, though it showed the signs of several battle scars, seemed light and almost care-free as he gazed at her. "I take them off when Mistress Khanna commands. These days it is mostly to model for her art, which I am honored to do. Every statue within this tower has been wrought by her own hands, without the aid of magic. She has a strength unbowed by years and coupled with a mastery that has been forged by them. To have my image immortalized brings me joy, and I do not mind disrobing for such a thing, even were I not obliged to obey my mistress' command.

"But I see you are unused to such a thing? Does my nudity bother you? Or perhaps it is the fact that I find you beautiful, and naturally respond to the form of your body in the way that all men must?"

He squeezed her hand gently and his smile became tighter, less joyful and more simply amused. Zakiri realized that perhaps Saba was teasing her, but before she said anything he continued.

"It is no matter. I will show you the way to the dressing room. There we will cover ourselves decently. Then I shall give you a tour. For now, a description is quite easy... the domain is shaped like a circle, and where the mistress worked on her art was the center. Around it are the inner halls, where her servants stay, around that are the four great halls, in which there is the library, the kitchens, the music room, and the gallery. Finally around the outer circle are the laundry and dressing rooms, the outer quarters, the dining hall, the balcony gardens, and the mistresses' private quarters, as well as the four exits which lead to the rest of the tower."

Guiding her out from the center of the circle, Saba held her hand and walked her through the cool hallways, nodding and greeting other white robed servants as he passed them. Zakiri noticed that the servants were all thus far, men, just like the statues all had been, save for the one that looked like Mistress Khanna.
 
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Feeling equally embarrassed and aroused by the situation, Zakiri merely walks alongside Saba obediently, leaning her body against him more than is necessary. Her eyes widen at Saba's question, though when she realizes he is only teasing, she returns the smile with a blush. As they walk, she tries to keep her eyes looking around the area, to learn a bit about what he is saying, but she frequently finds her gaze sliding over his form.

Strangely, Zakiri did have the same problem with the various white robed servants they passed through the corridors. She felt herself taking an unusual interest in their form, unconsciously wondering what they looked like without their robes, but she felt no overpowering desire to throw herself at them as she did with Saba. Her nudity before them, however, did excite her, though it only caused her to press even further against the man next to her.

As they traveled further, Zakiri began to feel the need to speak to cover her reactions. "So many men," she began, only to look up at Saba in embarrassment, "I mean, all of Mistress Khanna's servants are men." Besides the man next to her and the ones they passed, she found she had trouble thinking about much else. "The statues as well. Did she carve all of these statues to look like her servants?"
 

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Saba nods. "You are observant. Each statue has been made by Mistress Khanna, to represent each of her servants that she, in her way, finds worthy. Not all servants are so rewarded, only those who please her and dedicate themselves to her, it may sound demanding, but I have found that there is little not to like about the Mistress, once you come to understand her. Beneath that cold veneer is a strong and proud woman, with a burning passion of her own, kept hidden from all, even at times herself."

As Zakiri leans tightly against him, Saba's arm about her shoulder seems to hug her tighter as well, and Zakiri sees that he is glacing not only into her eyes but occassionally down at her other features as well.

"Anyway," he continued, pulling his eyes away from her with effort, "the Mistress prefers strong men, warriors who know skills of arms and who understand discipline. It is for protection, against the works of other mages here who have their own slaves and forces. Of course, the Mistress enjoys taking us to her bed as well, once she is convinced of our worth. She takes care to treat us with respect, both as servants and as lovers. In this way, she earns our trust and respect, and after serving her for so much time, gladly would I take to battle in her name. And when my statue is complete, I will fear no death in battle. Ah... but perhaps I say too much. Here, we are at the dressing room."

Saba takes Zakiri into a medium sized room connected to a larger hall where men are at work scrubbing and hanging white robes and togas out to dry on many lines of overhanging string.

"That would be the laundry, but in here is where the dry clothes are placed. We have not had a female servant in some time, but there should be some clothes for you and your friend over here."

He led her to a wardrobe covered with dust and tucked into the room's far corner, and opening the doors, he pulled out a white toga. He pressed the cloth up against Zakiri's bare skin and looked at it. It would cover her top and just barely her bottom as well, exposing nearly all of her legs. "Hmm, it would look good on you, though it is a shame to cover you up at all, I think."

The dark-skinned man seemed to stare more intently at her now, and Zakiri sensed that he was holding back something he might be wanting to say. By the way he looked at her, and other hints that she had noticed in their short walk, Zakiri had an idea of what he might want to say to her, or do to her.
 

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Nadia (apologies for the delayed response, I missed this post)

"Hmm yes two weeks should do, I have a feeling that is how much time they will need as well. At the end of two weeks either the mages will no longer be a problem or we won't be in a position to complain about it." Nadia listened quietly to the explaination of the slime. "Interesting, that does give me new ideas to use on our friends. One last thing, have you heard of a cult in the jungle that worships Lilith? I've heard some passing rumors but nothing else..."

"That's the last question I have dear, when the middle of the night comes I'll escort you out of the village. Until then you'll have to stay in here, if you need anything until nightfall just ask. We are, albiet at the moment shaky, allies after all." Nadia chuckled and sat her cup down to go tend to the large fireplace in the room.
"Yes I know of a cult of Lilith worshipers. You will find them on the northern bank of the river. They consort with the nagas and other demons who lose themselves in hedonism. They conduct rituals of magic with displays of wanton desire. We have caught a few of them from time to time, infiltrating our own people and trying to convert us to their ways. They say that only a daughter of Lilith can rule this land, and that their demon goddess would strike down any who opposed them."

Kiana snorted in scorn, "Lilith has not been seen for an age. She is most likely dead, or if not, she cares little for the frolicking done in her name. Why do you ask about such misled people? They keep to their jungle and more often than not become easy meat for the demons they consort with."

After Nadia had answered and went to tend the fire, the cat girl stalked up next to her and slid an arm around her side. "Very well, but I shall be bored if I do not have your company until that time. I hope for your sake that you hold your word. I would like for our next conversation to be as pleasant as this one, if not more so."
 

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Re: Chapter 1

(Heh np)

"They are misled but they also have magic on their side that would be helpful with our little predicament. We may all dislike each other but I think that for the moment we should cooperate to make sure that we have a future for us to fight over." Nadia smirked as Kiana came onto her, "I will not be breaking my promises I assure you. And if you ever get tired of running around for your life in the jungle just tell me, I have a spot right here by the fire that I wouldn't mind you occupying. I've always been a cat person after all." She reached up and dropped her coat before one hand went to Kiana's ears and began scratching them, her other hand sliding down her back and down her tail, her fingers teasing her spine as she stroked the cat woman.